“My duty is to my people and their well being. They are my main concern.” • King Arthur Pendragon of the BBC Merlin Series. • OC’s and Crossovers are more than welcome. • @WithHimToTheEnd is the idiot I call my own. Why? Well, that’s a good question. • RT for your King?

Artemus {c} Caerwyn tightened his eyes to a close as he spoke.

"Charming, am I? Come and find out." He flickered his lips high. {•} Ossian, Squire of Sir Elyan {•} Merlin OC {•} RT's appreciated

|| Starter for 𝕰𝖑𝖞𝖆𝖓 || ~ Old Squire for a New Squire "Are you sure about this, Os?" started the ash locked boy to his friend. His brows narrowed in a concerned manner. "You're making the decisions without your knight around. Isn't that..." he began again {c}

𝕰𝖑𝖞𝖆𝖓 {c} in a delicate manner. His tones to complete this statement were as if he had no breath left to give. "illegal or something?" The other lad shook his head in defiance. "No, Wyn. It's fine. Sir Elyan will understand if you tell him what's my reasoning for doing it. {c}

𝕰𝖑𝖞𝖆𝖓 {c} Make sure you tell him my reasoning though and not just tell him that I chose not to be his Squire anymore. That...that is the unlawful thing." the curly haired Squire stated with a shrug. Although, Caerwyn caught a certain glance from Ossian that he had never seen before {c}

𝕰𝖑𝖞𝖆𝖓 {c} in his days with him. Concern lingered through his ivy eyes, even though his features said a different story. "He's not the kindest man though, Os. You don't have to do it." Wyn practically begged. Yet Ossian finalized the deal. "If you're speaking about {c}

𝕰𝖑𝖞𝖆𝖓 {c} Sir Elyan, you're really off your hooves, Wynnie. He's one of the nicest knights in the kingdom." "I wasn't." Caerwyn gestured towards the rugged man across the feild. "Sir Miles? Oh. Well, in that case, yeah. He's not the nicest and that's what makes it my job {c}

𝕰𝖑𝖞𝖆𝖓 {c} to take your place in being his Squire. End of conversation." That in itself made Wyn huff in disapproval. "Why?" "There's so many reasons why. For starters, you have no Squire experience and Sir Elyan will take grand care of you. You're my friend, you're too {c}

𝕰𝖑𝖞𝖆𝖓 {c} gentle hearted to take on such a grump of a man. I don't want him rough housing you too much to where you don't want to be a Squire anymore. Plus, you have too much of a pretty face. If I let Sir Miles get to you then I for certain will be destroyed by my own choices {c}

𝕰𝖑𝖞𝖆𝖓 {c} of backing out of something I could have prevented." Ossian continued, hoisting his lips up higher to conclude the conversing. "Wyn, I'm Sir Miles' Squire for the tourney, not you. End of it. Now off with you, kid. Go tell Sir Elyan the news." Reluctantly, Caerwyn {c}

𝕰𝖑𝖞𝖆𝖓 {c} didn't battle him any longer. There wasn't going to be a chance in changing Ossian's mindset. He gave a good retort with good reasoningm yet Caerwyn still didn't wish for his friend to do such for him. Not when he himself was presented with the opportunity. Dipping his {c}

𝕰𝖑𝖞𝖆𝖓 {c} cranium into a gesture of agreement, the brown eyed boy settled himself with the defeat. "What are you doing to do?" "See my new knight." Ossian stated plainly. His lips pressed together as his brows bounced. "Good luck." That was all Wyn could think to say. {c}

𝕰𝖑𝖞𝖆𝖓 {c} His brown optics trailing the other boy as he departed over the grass to greet his new knight for the tourney. Caerwyn narrowed his glance in a rather uncomfortable manner. "Blimey..." And so, the hunt for Sir Elyan was on. The boy drifted himself away from the {c}

𝕰𝖑𝖞𝖆𝖓 {c} training fields. With his thoughts still running rampid over the desicion made by Ossian, Caerwyn crunched his features in tightly. There was nothing more for him to do but allow Ossian to follow through in his side of the deal. Which created a lump in Wyn's throat. {c}

𝕰𝖑𝖞𝖆𝖓 {c} What was Sir Elyan going to say when he hears that Ossian made a choice beyond his own assurance? What was he going to do? Would he confront Ossian? Too late for such a thing when the greetings had already been made. Oh, gods. Why did this have to happen? Caerwyn dropped {c}

|| Moved Account. Used to be Gentry || + Cadfan 's steady hound, ready for a pounce should he command it so. + Shifting Hellhound + "Prepared for death, are you? Come, let me show you how it feels to be under the Black Shuck's jaw."